Never Play God.
Chapter 2
A.N ~ I'm not going to put warnings any more, if you don't like rape, rough sex, self-harm, pain, incest ect. don't read. It's simple. c: x
Frank yelped and groaned, his tiny frame writhing beneath the older males weight,
"You like that?" Sneered Pete, one hand holding Franks inked hands above his head, the other hooking into the pocket of tanned skin that collapsed around the younger boys collar bone. Pete tugged slightly, feeling the bone give a little then snap completely causing Frank to groan loudly, a trail of obscenities leaving his split and swollen lips.
"Faggot." Pete hacked in his mouth, spitting the bile onto Frank bruised and bloody face. Truth be it, Frank loved it. The way his skin burned and itched as his blood bubbled into bruises and out of wounds the older boy inflicted, the way Pete's face twisted and contorted with a mixture of anger and buried confusion for why Frank was making such sexual sounds, the way Pete's hips ground down onto the 14 years olds with every punch.
"Oh god.." Frank whispered, his voice scratchy and hoarse from getting off on his bully. Pete froze, his fist still raised slightly as he took in what had just happened, his pale face falling into a disgusted grimace,
"Ew! Y-You fucking queer! Get the fuck off me!" Pete shuffled, unsure of how to react, then rolled off Frank, almost falling face first onto the concrete as he struggled to get to his feet. All Frank could do was lay their, a damp heat filling his boxers as he bucked up into the cool night air, moaning for un-given friction, as his bully kicked his side a final time before running off, hands scrambling in his pockets as he searched for his phone so that he could call and tell everyone about what had just happened. Could life get any better?
"Urgh.." A few moments had past since Pete had gone and Frank had finished coming down from his orgasm, body still sensitive and alert to all the different things that were happening in his barely developed body. Frank rolled onto his side wincing and exhaling as he held his arm to his chest, not wanting to damage the obviously broken collar bone to much, no matter how good it felt. Limping out the deserted car park and down the empty road, Frank relished in what had just happened. He dipped his candy floss-coloured tongue out of his parted lips then ran it across the large abrasion that Pete had inflicted with his skilful fist,
"Frank?!" Someone shouted from a near distance,
"Hm.." The battered male replied in a satisfied hum, not looking up but staying frozen beneath the street lamp he'd stilled himself at.
"Frank? What the fuc- Frank!" The "someone" brutally grabbed Franks shoulder, a sickening crunch following as whoever it was tightened their grip on the already broken bone. Franks eyes shot open, a loud and uncover-able moan leaving his mouth as he took in the features of the person in front of him.
"Mikey." Frank breathed out, his vision faultering a little as his friend became two people then one again. Mikey's brow stitched together, concern etching into his chiseled features,
"What happened?" Mikey released his grip on Franks shoulder slightly, noticing the blood that seeped through the fabric beneath his fingers,
"I, uh.." Frank raised his good hand, rubbing across his eyes as he made a high pitch keening sound in the back of his throat. The blood that had congealed in his few open wounds was stretched and split, oozing the crimison fluid back down his forehead and off the bridge of his pierced nose,
"Urgh. Okay, look Im already late home so, uh, you can tell me who done it later but first you're gonna come home with me and we're getting you cleaned up." Mikey tried to force a smile as Frank tried to hide his pained arousal. Not wanting to argue, the smaller male nodded as Mikey slipped his larger hand into Franks inked one. They reached Mikeys house in under 5 minutes, the larger boy had stopped every block to make sure Frank didn't want to go to the hospital or anything. Frank declined all offers, feeling crusty, tired and just completely done. His body still ached with the aftermath that his earlier orgasm caused, his every nerve ending alive and fizzing with every shock of pain that walking sent through him. As soon as they got through the front door Mikey grabbed Franks wrist with a tighter grip, dragging his smaller frame into the upper floors bathroom.
"Sit down." The Jersey boy commanded and Frank complied, sidling onto the edge of the Way family's pristine bathtub.
"Now stay here. Imma go grab the medical kit then I'll be right back. 'Kay?" The ending question was rhetorical but Frank nodded anyway, watching as the lanky male walked back down the stairs, leaving the bathroom door slightly ajar.
"You home Mikes?" He heard an unknown male voice call,
"Yeah, just had to return Bobs movie before he left for England!" Mikey's familiar voice hollered back. The other man grumbled something Frank couldn't decifer, sparking a small ember of curiosity. Who was this man? His accent was the same as his and Mikeys but deeper and slightly huskier than Franks pre-pubescent tone. Shuffling across the porcelain edge, the Belleville boy squinted through a forming black eye , looking out into Mikeys farmiliar hallway. He saw the back of a tall male, his pale body wrapped in nothing but a towel that hung mercilessly around his curved hips, his mid length black locks damp and clinging to the back of his neck. Frank was annoyed that he couldn't see the obviously older males face so he turned back, glancing into the Way brothers bathroom. Frank noticed the mirror was clouded with condensation showing that this god of a man had just taken a shower and as he inhaled through his unclogged nostril, he noticed the heavy, hanging stench of some cheap cologne. A smirk spread across the injured males face but as he turned back to look at the hot guy in the hall his expression was wiped, becoming exchanged with a short, sharp screech.
"Fuck." Frank breathed as he doubled over, trying to catch his breath. As he gathered his bearings, the small male looked back up to see a pale, grinning face staring down at him.
"Wow. Some one fucked you up." The shirtless man beamed.
"Hmm.." Frank hummed with a wince, still reeling from the pain and suprise of the situation. Taking a dazed moment to apreciate the view, Frank ran his tongue out and across his split lip as he looked the grown man up and down.
"Fuck off Gerard, can't you see Franks not in the mood for this right now?" Mikey appeared next to "Gerard" and Frank stepped back, allowing his best friend to spill through the now open bathroom door as he shoved the man away.
"Don't mind my brother," Mikey continued,
"He's had a thing for injurys. Death too. An he is always watching fucking gory horrors and reading weird little Hentai comics. And not the good Hentai shit. " The sandy haired male laughed, his brother blushing as he began to babble, his nimble fingers dancing across Franks face as he tidied up his wounds. Gerard watched his brother fix up the little mans face, the uncleaned splatters of blood causing Franks tanned skin to look like an unfinished canvas.
"Frank?" Mikey prodded the now shirtless boy in the stomach. Frank blushed, breaking his stare from Gerard's chocolate coloured snail trail and taking it back to Mikeys concerned features,
"I saaaid, I think you've broken you're collar bone!" Mikey rolled his eyes, stretching the words out as he turned to his brother,
"Can you take him to hospital?" He asked and Gerard paused, tilting his head as his beautiful face fell into a contemplative look.
"Hmm, sure. Just lemme get dressed first." The obsidian haired boy nodded, water spraying from his long fringe as he turned on his heal, heading to his room as he mentally picked out the outfit he was going to wear. It wasn't that he needed to dress nice it was just that this Frank kid was pretty hot and though he may be 5 or 6 years younger than him, Gerard didn't really care. He had weirder things to worry about.
Frank yelped and groaned, his tiny frame writhing beneath the older males weight,
"You like that?" Sneered Pete, one hand holding Franks inked hands above his head, the other hooking into the pocket of tanned skin that collapsed around the younger boys collar bone. Pete tugged slightly, feeling the bone give a little then snap completely causing Frank to groan loudly, a trail of obscenities leaving his split and swollen lips.
"Faggot." Pete hacked in his mouth, spitting the bile onto Frank bruised and bloody face. Truth be it, Frank loved it. The way his skin burned and itched as his blood bubbled into bruises and out of wounds the older boy inflicted, the way Pete's face twisted and contorted with a mixture of anger and buried confusion for why Frank was making such sexual sounds, the way Pete's hips ground down onto the 14 years olds with every punch.
"Oh god.." Frank whispered, his voice scratchy and hoarse from getting off on his bully. Pete froze, his fist still raised slightly as he took in what had just happened, his pale face falling into a disgusted grimace,
"Ew! Y-You fucking queer! Get the fuck off me!" Pete shuffled, unsure of how to react, then rolled off Frank, almost falling face first onto the concrete as he struggled to get to his feet. All Frank could do was lay their, a damp heat filling his boxers as he bucked up into the cool night air, moaning for un-given friction, as his bully kicked his side a final time before running off, hands scrambling in his pockets as he searched for his phone so that he could call and tell everyone about what had just happened. Could life get any better?
"Urgh.." A few moments had past since Pete had gone and Frank had finished coming down from his orgasm, body still sensitive and alert to all the different things that were happening in his barely developed body. Frank rolled onto his side wincing and exhaling as he held his arm to his chest, not wanting to damage the obviously broken collar bone to much, no matter how good it felt. Limping out the deserted car park and down the empty road, Frank relished in what had just happened. He dipped his candy floss-coloured tongue out of his parted lips then ran it across the large abrasion that Pete had inflicted with his skilful fist,
"Frank?!" Someone shouted from a near distance,
"Hm.." The battered male replied in a satisfied hum, not looking up but staying frozen beneath the street lamp he'd stilled himself at.
"Frank? What the fuc- Frank!" The "someone" brutally grabbed Franks shoulder, a sickening crunch following as whoever it was tightened their grip on the already broken bone. Franks eyes shot open, a loud and uncover-able moan leaving his mouth as he took in the features of the person in front of him.
"Mikey." Frank breathed out, his vision faultering a little as his friend became two people then one again. Mikey's brow stitched together, concern etching into his chiseled features,
"What happened?" Mikey released his grip on Franks shoulder slightly, noticing the blood that seeped through the fabric beneath his fingers,
"I, uh.." Frank raised his good hand, rubbing across his eyes as he made a high pitch keening sound in the back of his throat. The blood that had congealed in his few open wounds was stretched and split, oozing the crimison fluid back down his forehead and off the bridge of his pierced nose,
"Urgh. Okay, look Im already late home so, uh, you can tell me who done it later but first you're gonna come home with me and we're getting you cleaned up." Mikey tried to force a smile as Frank tried to hide his pained arousal. Not wanting to argue, the smaller male nodded as Mikey slipped his larger hand into Franks inked one. They reached Mikeys house in under 5 minutes, the larger boy had stopped every block to make sure Frank didn't want to go to the hospital or anything. Frank declined all offers, feeling crusty, tired and just completely done. His body still ached with the aftermath that his earlier orgasm caused, his every nerve ending alive and fizzing with every shock of pain that walking sent through him. As soon as they got through the front door Mikey grabbed Franks wrist with a tighter grip, dragging his smaller frame into the upper floors bathroom.
"Sit down." The Jersey boy commanded and Frank complied, sidling onto the edge of the Way family's pristine bathtub.
"Now stay here. Imma go grab the medical kit then I'll be right back. 'Kay?" The ending question was rhetorical but Frank nodded anyway, watching as the lanky male walked back down the stairs, leaving the bathroom door slightly ajar.
"You home Mikes?" He heard an unknown male voice call,
"Yeah, just had to return Bobs movie before he left for England!" Mikey's familiar voice hollered back. The other man grumbled something Frank couldn't decifer, sparking a small ember of curiosity. Who was this man? His accent was the same as his and Mikeys but deeper and slightly huskier than Franks pre-pubescent tone. Shuffling across the porcelain edge, the Belleville boy squinted through a forming black eye , looking out into Mikeys farmiliar hallway. He saw the back of a tall male, his pale body wrapped in nothing but a towel that hung mercilessly around his curved hips, his mid length black locks damp and clinging to the back of his neck. Frank was annoyed that he couldn't see the obviously older males face so he turned back, glancing into the Way brothers bathroom. Frank noticed the mirror was clouded with condensation showing that this god of a man had just taken a shower and as he inhaled through his unclogged nostril, he noticed the heavy, hanging stench of some cheap cologne. A smirk spread across the injured males face but as he turned back to look at the hot guy in the hall his expression was wiped, becoming exchanged with a short, sharp screech.
"Fuck." Frank breathed as he doubled over, trying to catch his breath. As he gathered his bearings, the small male looked back up to see a pale, grinning face staring down at him.
"Wow. Some one fucked you up." The shirtless man beamed.
"Hmm.." Frank hummed with a wince, still reeling from the pain and suprise of the situation. Taking a dazed moment to apreciate the view, Frank ran his tongue out and across his split lip as he looked the grown man up and down.
"Fuck off Gerard, can't you see Franks not in the mood for this right now?" Mikey appeared next to "Gerard" and Frank stepped back, allowing his best friend to spill through the now open bathroom door as he shoved the man away.
"Don't mind my brother," Mikey continued,
"He's had a thing for injurys. Death too. An he is always watching fucking gory horrors and reading weird little Hentai comics. And not the good Hentai shit. " The sandy haired male laughed, his brother blushing as he began to babble, his nimble fingers dancing across Franks face as he tidied up his wounds. Gerard watched his brother fix up the little mans face, the uncleaned splatters of blood causing Franks tanned skin to look like an unfinished canvas.
"Frank?" Mikey prodded the now shirtless boy in the stomach. Frank blushed, breaking his stare from Gerard's chocolate coloured snail trail and taking it back to Mikeys concerned features,
"I saaaid, I think you've broken you're collar bone!" Mikey rolled his eyes, stretching the words out as he turned to his brother,
"Can you take him to hospital?" He asked and Gerard paused, tilting his head as his beautiful face fell into a contemplative look.
"Hmm, sure. Just lemme get dressed first." The obsidian haired boy nodded, water spraying from his long fringe as he turned on his heal, heading to his room as he mentally picked out the outfit he was going to wear. It wasn't that he needed to dress nice it was just that this Frank kid was pretty hot and though he may be 5 or 6 years younger than him, Gerard didn't really care. He had weirder things to worry about.
Notes
A.N ~
Fin.
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I've made Gerard 5 years older than Frank in this and there's some flash backs and things but when in present tense, their ages are (Frank) 34 (Gerard) 39. Yeah, it's kinda "oldish" but I think that's how it should go. Feel free to tell me if you think they should be younger c:
Do tell me if I've done anything wrong, 1st fanfiction problems xD
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@Dalena Ann Way-Iero
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6/15/14